Eric Barron
I follow the teachings of Jesus Christ. I have a beautiful family and a really cool job playing music, shooting video, and sharing Jesus with others. I serve as Associate Minister of Worship in a large Tulsa church, as well as Campus Pastor at The Springs, a Sand Springs satellite campus.
Homepage: https://rebarron.wordpress.com
A Matter of Perspective
Posted in blessings, family, life is good, love, memories on May 31, 2012
Recently, while visiting a friend in the local hospital, I came upon a young couple with a tiny newborn baby in the hallway, having just seen their pediatrician. The baby was unhappy. I knew because I could hear him wailing from the far end of the hallway. As I approached, I could see the tears, the red cheeks, the scrunched face of the baby, and flashed back to when my own kids were newborns. Then I saw the tears, the red cheeks, the scrunched face of the newborn’s mother. She appeared to be frustrated out of her mind, and I could hear her say between sobs, “Just please stop crying! I just wish he would stop crying!”
A woman, whom I supposed to be the mother of the new mother, was rubbing her back, comforting her by saying, “honey, he’s fine- crying is what babies do. He’s hungry, or wet, but he’s fine. He’s just doing the only thing he knows to do, and that’s to cry.”
As I continued past the young family on my way to the 11th floor elevator, I could only think about those days when my own children were newborns, crying, wailing, making me feel like the worst parent on the planet. But at this point in my life, when several my friends my age are grandparents, those memories bring mixed emotions. We are too old to have more children of our own. And, in the not too distant future, my own kids will begin to have kids of their own, and I will become the understanding grandparent who reminds my kids that “crying is what babies do.” And I am reminded of those close to me who do not have children of their own.
While the repetitive cries of a newborn baby can be an irritating and exhausting sound, those cries can also bring a beautiful reassurance. The reassurance that the cycle of life continues; the hope of a son or daughter to continue the legacy you have established; or maybe, just the joy that comes when the scrunchy-faced cries at long last fade into smiles in silent, blissful sleep.
So, let ’em cry. When they grow up and don’t need you anymore, you’ll cherish the times they did.
Hope
Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2012
Thinking of family today. This is a re-post from April 2010… I have a beautiful family! Click here to read about hope…
I’ve decided- I’m Quitting!
Posted in Uncategorized on May 19, 2012
That’s right, fans. I’m quitting blogging.
Not really. I’m just quitting blogging on this disorganized, disheveled collection of miscellany. I am in the process of upgrading the design, clarifying the purpose, and improving the content of what I hope will become a helpful, encouraging, and entertaining collection of miscellany.
Stay tuned, friends. Both of you. I hope to have the new site up and running at the same old address- rebarron.com- by the end of the month.
By the way, this is expensive. If you would pay my children’s college education expenses, I might break even on this deal.
Not really. I’m ok. Just quitting. And taking a leap of faith….
Life is Good!
The Young and the Daytona 500 UPDATED
Posted in Uncategorized on February 27, 2012
It’s a Monday night and I’m watching the Daytona 500.
Normally a Sunday afternoon race, the NASCAR season opener was severely punished by Mother Nature and forced to postpone the start for about 30 hours. Torrential rains drenched the cars, drivers, crew, and fans. There was so much rain, that it looked like the folks in Florida might get the call to build another ark. When they made the announcement that the race would be postponed until noon Monday, about 50,000 fans came down with the Daytona flu and called in sick. Those are the fans with tickets; another 100,000 people began to feel really poorly around 11:00, and at 11:30, went home early, only to find out the race was postponed again to Monday night. No, I was not one of those. I will call in sick tomorrow, if my sneezing, coughing, and stuffy head doesn’t get better. That darned Daytona flu is really contagious.
How, you must wonder, can anyone stand to watch 43 cars turning left again and again, over and over, hour after hour? Well, the way I look at it, NASCAR is a lot like a soap opera for people who don’t like soap operas. Once you get to know the actors (drivers) and their histories, you kind of learn the story line. Who the good guys are, who the bad guys are, drivers who you can run with, and drivers who act like my 12-year-old daughter, only not as emotionally mature. Unlike soap operas, though, some of the drivers and teams have integrity and character. Like the Woods Brothers team, who won last year with a young driver, Trevor Bayne, in only his 2nd NASCAR race. The Woods Brothers have been fielding teams for 30 years, and are a solid family, well respected. Some drivers have no integrity at all, and you can read my thoughts about him here.
There’s the technical side that appeals- engines, restrictor plates, cant and camber of the tires, wedges in the springs, clean air, drafting. Then there are the tracks where the raced are run- historic Daytona, which started on the beach; Talladega (“don’t put that off on me, Ricky bobby…”) in Alabama; Bristol, which is a lot like someone built a really big concrete bowl and decided to run a car race inside it; Martinsville; Charlotte Motor Speedway; and the historic “Brickyard”, the Indianapolis Racetrack. There are others, but they don’t carry the history of these, well, historic tracks. Each track has a different length; different banking in the turns, and require different styles of racing.
There’s the smell; fuel and rubber and burning exhausts. The noise generated from a single car is an unbelievably deafening 130 dB; imagine 43 cars all running at that noise level? That’s almost as loud as my daughter’s stereo with LeCrae rockin’ the house. And the speed! Cars just inches from each other, running at 198 miles an hour is exhilarating! Three wide in turn four! Caution on the backstretch! Two tires? Four tires? A splash and go!
Then there is the racing family history- Burton; Labonte; Earnhardt; Jarrett; and the King of all NASCAR… Petty. Families that last; that stay and work together. Win together…
Me, I don’t know much about racing. I just like it. Not as much as this pastor, though.
I hope you get a chance to be friends with someone who likes racing, especially NASCAR racing. Stay with it a while, and you’ll be captivated by events like this one that may end the race tonight… Juan Pablo Mantoya’s car broke under caution, and slammed into a safety truck carrying 200 gallons of jet fuel to power the helicopter engine that blows debris from the track.
More drama than a daytime soap, more fun than a made-for-tv reality show, more suspense than just watching 43 drivers going fast while turning left. I love it! Boogity, boogity, boogity boys- let’s go racing!
Boy, I sure don’t feel good….
UPDATE:
Following a two-hour delay, Matt Kenseth won the Daytona 500 more than 6 hours after the green flag dropped to start the race. Following multiple crashes, Kenseth won on a Green-White-Checkered finish. What is that, you may ask? That, my friends, is one reason to watch the race all the way to the finish.
Take the Five-Minute Challenge
I discovered this video and the challenge just a few minutes ago. I dare you to click the link above to watch the video, and I double-dog dare you to take the challenge…. join me and a world of others who dare to make a difference through prayer!
What’s Your Story?
Posted in Uncategorized on February 1, 2012
Yesterday morning, I dropped by the local IHOP for a bite of breakfast. While waiting to be seated, I noticed the windows were covered with tags, filled in with handwritten names. Dozens upon dozens of tags and names. I didn’t think much of it, and I didn’t even read what the tags were for. I was seated, ordered, and proceeded to read the newspaper.
When the waitress brought my meal, I couldn’t help but notice her right arm. It was scarred past her elbow, well inside the short-sleeved uniform she wore. Her arm bore the telltale signs of surgery following a severe burn- random scars, the waffling effect of skin grafts, the inconsistent pigmentation that ran from dark red to almost white. It was hard to not stare, and I knew it was impolite. Accustomed to having people stare, she smiled and told me her story. As a child, she was badly burned in a house fire. Her life was saved by the physicians at Shriner’s Hospital Burn Center. At that time, her family had no insurance, and the enormous expense for the dozen or so surgeries she endured could never be paid by her family. She told me she owed her arm- and her life- to the good people at the Shriner’s Hospital Burn Center.
Then she told me that the restaurant was raising awareness and money for the Shriners Hospital. For a few dollars, I could get my own name tag and have it displayed in the foyer, showing my support for the Shriners. Impressed by her service and inspired by her story, I now have my own name tag in the window.
We all have stories of pain, struggle, failure, and success. I hope we are not afraid or ashamed to own our stories, and use them as a catalyst for good. The Bible says that we should always be prepared, with gentleness and respect, to share the story of the hope we have with any who inquire (I Peter 3:15).
The evidence of the waitress’ story was in her arm. Where is the evidence of your story?
(for information about donating to Shriners Hospitals, click here.)
The Sudden Rash of Posts
Posted in Uncategorized on January 29, 2012
Sorry for the bulk postings. I am importing some posts from a blog for which I no longer write…
The Spirit of Cooperation
Posted in Uncategorized on January 27, 2012
Take a look at this fantastic video. It is an astounding display of cooperation, performed beautifully! Imagine the hours and hours of cooperation required to pull this off! The amount of individual skill involved, the commitment to excellence and helping one another succeed. When one succeeds, they both are successful!
In what ways will cooperation make your life / work / relationships more successful?